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It was the military coming together on paper under glass to shine on me! they called me damp thing it was my name coming together under orders nothing would go unlaminated they said they said under orders after death all things must shine
Copyright © 2011 by Heather Christle. Used with permission of the author.
Only today did I notice the abyss
in abysmal and only because my mind
was generating rhymes for dismal,
and it made of the two a pair,
to which much later it joined
baptismal, as—I think—a joke.
I decided to do nothing with
the rhymes, treating them as one does
The lack of a single-word infinitive
in our language is what is killing me
this morning
A single word for all
infinitives is what God is doing tonight
This is just one of many acts
to have passed through the garden
Previously on this show they put
a peacock back together wrong
after its demise
Something
there was in the syntax
Poor bird could feel it in his bones